Blackfeather Woods you've got to ste[m] the evil tide

She felt much better when the rabbit had been expelled, but it did not last. There was a boom of emotive screeching in her ears and before Parvati could register what was being said, she felt teeth gripping the nape of her neck. Instinctively she pulled back, ducked her head. The weight and the sheer force that Maegi employed drove her face against the granite. She felt the seeping warmth of the vomit puddle against her cheek, the sharp grating of stone against her chin. Parvati fought back for all she was worth; writhing in Maegi's grip and humming sad, sharp notes as she tasted the befouled meat again.

No effort would be enough. In her current state Parvati was the weakest creature to ever grace the woods. With all that rage inherent to Maegi now, it would be a surprise if Parvati could free herself. She didn't need to, though.

The pale woman erupted so sharply with aggression that the force of pinning Parvati did more than just scuff up her gaunt face, or mar her coat with bile. The thrust of force knocked the rest of Parvati's resistance right out of her. Mewling like a newborn, she hurried to lick at the bitter puddle and gather chunks of rabbit towards her teeth, and worked on swallowing them.